assisted death

the novelty of living in snow country is pretty much old news and slipping on the ice hiding under the snow is a bitch

nothing good on TV to watch and the local theatre clearly doesn’t pay attention to award-winning movies

the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party of politics south of our border (that doesn’t have a wall and doesn’t need one) is making me weary with basically a new reality every single day based on the whims of the man with little hands and less respect for the truth

I’m ensnared and yet helpless in watching someone want to die which is a very, very terrible thing

20 below celsius is just plain nasty

this whole deafness thing is just plain nasty and I’m frustrated

this whole “ate too many Christmas cookies” muffin top thing is just plain nasty

Yup, not sorry to see January gone but I survived by emersing myself in home, family and a good place to go to work everyday.

And now, I look forward to spring coming. The days are getting long enough to go for walks with Jasmine after work and not worry about meeting a lynx or other critter in the dark. And although this weekend brought a foot or so of fresh snow, it will shrink with a few sunny days.

Into February I go; booked a trip to San Diego next month to feel some “no snow”, booked a new test for my hearing stuff, stopped gobbling cookies to lose the muffin top and am remembering to laugh and love. Even when it’s hard sometimes.

Thanks, Pipy the parrot for illustrating the month for me. You make me smile.